There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. Zhou Hao hung up the phone and decisively walked out the door. He didn't even have time to change out of his uniform. He quickly greeted the store manager and hurried back home.

Damn it.

After throwing the phone to the ground, Chu Qi turned off the monitor and then lay down on the floor, feeling dizzy. Ah... my head hurts.

To be honest, it's really infuriating. Though his golden finger is immortal, who knows if it can get sick? When he woke up in the morning, he struggled to get up, but he exaggerated it a bit. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hao didn't fall for it. So frustrating.

But now that he had been fooled, he had to work hard and not give up until he had enough goodwill!

He could feel that his physical condition was already very poor, his nose felt like it was about to burst into flames, and his head felt swollen. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't die, he would have called an ambulance for himself long ago.

Zhou Hao ran all the way back home because it was difficult to get a taxi in that area, and he didn't know what situation Zhou Nian was currently in. So, he gritted his teeth and ran back.

When he gaspingly pushed open the door, he saw Chu Qi lying on the ground with his upper body exposed. In an instant, he panicked and rushed over to lift him up in his arms.

The young man has stopped moving. It seems even opening his eyes requires a great deal of effort. His body feels scorching hot, and when Zhou Hao touches him, it even feels like it's about to ignite.

"Zhou Nian!" He shook Chu Qi to get his attention.

Chu Qi frowned and struggled for a while before finally opening her eyes. After seeing who it was, she closed them again in relief. A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as she weakly murmured, "Hao Ge..."

Seeing him so weak and powerless, Zhou Hao felt a pang in his heart. Without his usual arrogance and domineering, he suddenly blamed himself. If only he could have taken him to the hospital this morning before he went out.

He grabbed a jacket from upstairs and draped it over Chu Qi's shoulders, then picked up the car keys and hurried to the hospital.

Zhou An has never treated this adopted son poorly. Whatever Zhou Nian has, Zhou Hao will have the exact same thing. But he is not used to driving the same car as Zhou Nian when going out. So today is the second time he has touched his car. The first time was when his father bought it and let him have a try.

Do not have any accident! While waiting at the traffic light, he turned his head to take a glance at Zhou Nian, who was lying curled up in the back seat. With his already frail body, he looked even more pitiful in this huddled state. His entire body was hidden under his coat, and sweat could be seen forming on his forehead.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his fingers uneasily tapping on the steering wheel.

Chu Qi peeked under her coat and checked her feelings meter - it had already risen to 30.

He sneered coldly in his heart, "Huh, men."

The paragraph translates to: "Being weak and pitiful can easily arouse a sense of protection. So, I continued pretending without much hesitation, even though it's really uncomfortable to do so now."

To be honest, he couldn't wait to conquer Zhou Hao because this kind of man who appears to be sexually restrained is definitely wild in bed, and he even engages in brotherly play, which is stimulating. Who knows if the next level will be father and son play? If that's really the case, it would be...exciting.

He tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh in his heart and continued to lie in the back seat, pretending to be dead.

Chu Qi's high fever had already reached 40 degrees. Even if his willpower was strong, he couldn't stay conscious any longer. He simply fainted, relying on Zhou Hao for everything.

When he woke up again, the surroundings were much quieter. He opened his eyes, and even a slight movement of his eyeballs felt sore. The medicine inside the glass bottle was flowing into his body through a transparent tube, and there was still the sound of the electrocardiograph operating by his ear.

Since entering the hospital room, Zhou Hao had been staring at Chu Qi incessantly, feeling very restless in his heart.

What on earth happened? How could he suddenly have such a high fever in the midst of summer? Is this person an idiot? Can't he call a doctor to come to his house himself? If he returns home any later, would he die?

Seeing Chu Qi wake up, he quickly approached her and asked, "How do you feel?"

Chu Qi rolled his Adam's apple, struggling to produce a byte from his throat: "Water..." He felt like his whole body was about to smoke, as if his throat was on fire and itchy.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hao knocked over a cup of water and helped him up. Chu Qi felt frustrated, and without taking the cup, she directly drank from Zhou Hao's hand. Due to her haste, she ended up spilling water all over her clothes. Zhou Hao took out a tissue and wiped it off for her.

He leaned against the pillow, feeling a twinge in his nose. A misty haze filled his eyes. When one falls ill, emotions become extremely fragile. He pouted and murmured, "Brother... I thought... I thought I was going to die..."

Zhou Hao felt a bit guilty, but still furrowed his brow and said, "Why didn't you call the doctor?"

40 degrees is no longer just a simple fever. If he waits any longer, it could be fatal. Does he want something bad to happen so he can feel guilty for the rest of his life?

When Chu Qi saw himself in such a state, he became even more upset when he saw how angry he still was. Feeling even more aggrieved, tears welled up in his eyes all of a sudden, hot and rolling down from the corners of his eyes to his ears.

"Why are you crying?" Zhou Hao's brow furrowed even deeper.

He sniffed and sobbed softly, "I don't want to be alone..."

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what he did, he was always alone. His parents were busy with work and had no time to take care of him. He was closest to Zhou Hao, but later it seemed like his parents favored his older brother more. He felt sad, wondering why his brother was always praised while he was the only one criticized.

He knew that he didn't have any talent for studying, so he wanted to do things he liked. However, his family regarded it as indulging in idle pursuits. At that time, his relationship with his older brother was not particularly good, and his brother no longer defended him or spoke up for him.

So in the end, no matter what he did, he was always alone. No matter what he did, he was never understood by his family. His older brother excelled in everything he did, completely overshadowing him. He didn't want to be jealous, but everyone's attitude made him find his older brother incredibly annoying.

Zhou Hao's heart sank for a moment. He handed him a tissue to wipe his tears and said, "You're already an adult. Can't you be a bit more mature?"

His nose was still red, holding the hand that Zhou Hao had used to wipe away his tears but had yet to retract, he said, "Brother, can we not do this anymore, okay? I promise I won't play pranks again, okay?"

The more one likes something, the more they may want to destroy it, using this method to attract that person's attention, just like themselves.